Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1267: 1267: Jailbreak

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: Jailbreak

“Thank you.”

Looking at Julius Reed’s departing figure, Solaris Grove was somewhat moved.

He had actually misjudged a good person.

Thinking back on all the previous malicious speculations he had about the bridegroom from The North Sea, Solaris Grove was embarrassed.

Who would have expected that the other party was such a person of deep affection and loyalty?

“People often judge others by their own measure,” Solaris Grove scratched his head, feeling a hint of excitement.

He had thought that he could never be with Baylor Davenport in his lifetime.

But now, to actually be directly heading to the wedding chamber?

Even novels wouldn’t dare to write it like this.

Happiness came too unexpectedly.

So much so that he wasn’t prepared for it.

“Better take a bath first.” Solaris Grove’s throat moved, and his face quickly turned red.

The news had been fully communicated; the military officers under the Right Minister would collectively cause trouble at the start of the banquet.

By then, Devlin saving the Left and Second Ministers would surely kill Mad Dragon within the great hall.

Thinking about the consummation of marriage tonight, Solaris Grove couldn’t wait for time to pass even faster.

…

The entrance of The North Sea Palace Hall.

Two somewhat unusual guests walked in.

An old man and a young one.

The old one, following behind like a servant.

The slightly younger one, however, sauntered down Boulevard with a white paper fan in hand.

His eyes constantly surveying around.

“How strange. The things I dared not even dream of in the past have come true today,” Elaenor Wood held the white paper fan, looking up at the sky, then stepping down firmly.

As solid as the ground.

Without the slightest sensation of being in the heavens.

“Medicine God, times have changed. Acient Time has perished…”

Zain Ellsworth, smiling behind him, said: “The era you lived in has already become history. In just a few hundred years, everything has been turned upside down!”

“Back in our day, mythology was still in vogue,” Elaenor Wood closed the fan and gently slapped it in his hand: “Tell me, the immortals described in the books from before, could they be us? This Heavenly Palace is truly suspended in the heavens. And the moon, I read that someone reached the moon?”

“Uh… seeing is not necessarily believing, hearing is not necessarily the truth. That’s what you taught me,” Zain Ellsworth did not directly answer.

“Back then, everyone likewise did not believe in immortality,” Elaenor Wood said with a smile, standing in the middle of Boulevard, his hands clasped behind his back: “The cycle of life and death is the Heavenly Dao, the principle, and as well the rule. Everything in the world cannot escape the shackles of these principles.”

“The first time I heard of immortality, many people sneered. Those who pursued the Dao had lifespans much longer than average people; living to a hundred or two was not unusual. And there were extraordinary people who might break through two hundred years, but they were one in ten thousand.”

Elaenor Wood appeared to fall into reminiscence, a touch of self-mockery on his face: “Ancient emperors and ministers, sect masters, they all pursued immortality, but not a single one truly lived long. Thus, to everyone, the pursuit of immortality was a joke, an utterly groundless story…”

“But you… have lived for hundreds of years, right?” Zain Ellsworth spoke softly.

Frozen in the Boulevard mountains for hundreds of years.

When he broke free from the ice, Elaenor Wood still bore his former appearance.

“It’s not the same,” Elaenor Wood thought for a moment and then spoke with a smile: “My immortality is akin to standby mode. But the immortality everyone passed down by word of mouth back then was like a nuclear-powered phone battery. It could be used for hundreds of years without needing to charge. Whereas regular people might need to charge two or three times a day.”

“It’s indeed a bit mysterious. Does eternal life truly exist?” Zain Ellsworth was also lost in thought.

“Centuries ago, if you asked me if we could live in the sky, I would also tell you that it’s impossible. Reaching for the moon is a dream in everyone’s heart.”

Elaenor Wood looked up at the sky, where the sun was shining brilliantly.

“Back then, no one believed in eternal life, but there was one person who did.”

“Who?” Zain Ellsworth asked.

“Aziz Fairbanks.”

Elaenor Wood gently rolled up her sleeve, looking at the Sealing Pulse mark on her body: “The heroic youth who was once as peerlessly talented as myself, Aziz Fairbanks. In the three-year struggle for the title of Vein Holder, I was defeated by him, hence this scene of Boulevard Mountain frozen in ice.”

Memories from hundreds of years ago kept surging into her mind.

It was as if all these events had happened just yesterday.

“Aziz Fairbanks believed in immortality. He even went so far as to betray his comrades to exchange for life. But I have to admit, he succeeded.”

Elaenor Wood shook her head with a slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth: “Hundreds of years later, we meet again.”

“Devlin?”

Zain Ellsworth looked all around but saw no one.

“Didn’t Leander Sylvan say she was willing to hand Devlin over to you for disposal? But why hasn’t Devlin come to greet you in person?”

At Star City, Leander Sylvan had found Elaenor Wood and secretly discussed matters.

One of these was to hand Devlin over to the Sealers in the guise of welcoming Elaenor Wood.

“He’s so cunning; even Leander Sylvan’s words might not be heeded by him.” Elaenor Wood was not at all surprised, instead she spoke leisurely: “He’s managed to survive for hundreds of years by always being cautious. Unfortunately, the chance I had that came closest to capturing him was wasted.”

Recalling their meeting in the tavern that day,

Elaenor Wood felt some regret.

Towards Devlin, she held some obsessions but never regarded him as an enemy.

Back in the day, as two of the most outstanding talents, they often vied for supremacy.

But now, Elaenor Wood no longer thought of Devlin as a worthy opponent.

“Leander Sylvan seems not so simple.” Zain Ellsworth hesitated, but still couldn’t help but speak out: “You should be wary of her. Inside Pendleton, calls to eliminate the Bead Pulse have always been strong.”

“If Pendleton had achieved anything, it wouldn’t have fallen so low today. The Sealers have always cooperated with the Bead Pulse; among the Seven Veins, only Bead gives me hope.”

Elaenor Wood, holding a paper fan, walked toward the imperial court.

“But Leander Sylvan’s ambitions…” Zain Ellsworth was worried; cooperating with Isabella Warm was like making a deal with a tiger.

“Those with ambition are the most likely to succeed.”

Elaenor Wood interrupted him and strode forward.

“Both of you, halt!”

Suddenly, several soldiers of The North Sea surrounded them, warily looking at the two: “Please show your invitation.”

“Sorry.”

Elaenor Wood said with a smile: “Very sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! You don’t have invitations; you must leave!” The North Sea guards brandished their weapons, threatening: “Immediately!”

“We’re not sorry because we don’t have invitations.”

Elaenor Wood opened his hand; in his palm lay a snowflake: “It’s for your imminent death, that I apologize.”

Whoosh!

He gently blew on it.

The soldiers of The North Sea around him immediately turned into ice sculptures.

And then they burst explosively.

Turning into dust and smoke.

“I heard that today is the Holy Master’s wedding day; let’s go and give our regards.”

Elaenor Wood unfurled his white paper fan and strode into the imperial court.

At this moment.

Devlin quietly came out of the corner and, after making sure Elaenor Wood had disappeared, he led Granny Xihua quickly towards the dungeons of The North Sea.

Inside were detained the Left Minister and the Right Minister.

No matter whether what the son-in-law of The North Sea said was true or false, they had to give it a try.

Amidst The North Sea’s internal strife, the Bead Pulse was sure to benefit.